This bothers me....

Not knowing all the facts, all I can say is that it's a mighty thin pancake that doesn't have two sides.

I've lived in rural areas most of my life. Years ago, my wife and I were out of town overnight and our 17-year old son was left home alone to watch the house, feed the stock, etc. A little after midnight, he was awakened by our dogs barking outside. When that happens, you can almost bet the ranch that something is going on...fox in the hen house, cougar prowling around the corrals, ad infinitum.

Anyway, he pulls on his Wranglers, grabs his shotgun and flashlight, goes out on the front porch and racks one into the chamber while he's trying to determine what it was that was causing the ruckus.

All of the sudden, he hears someone shout, "He's got a shotgun!" and a bunch of kids scatter like bb's on a hardwood floor, leaving rolls of toilet paper in their wake.

He realized it was a harmless prank gone awry and he went back to bed.

Now, twenty-some-odd years later, we still live in a rural area. When the doorbell rings after nine o'clock p.m., I always go to the door with a handgun. It's just standard operating procedure out here. I certainly don't plan on shooting anybody for ringing my doorbell, but nowadays, you just have to plan for all unknown situations.

I'm sure there are a lot of people who are either paranoid or just plain scared of the way things are going in society. Was the old guy in the OP's story one of them? Who knows?

Like Old Bear stated, I sure hope the guy has a smart attorney who is willing to work cheap, because it'll probably cost him a pretty good chunk of change to get pulled out of this mess. And you know for a fact that the prosecuting attorney will paint the kid as simply going door-to-door selling Scout-O-Rama tickets.
 
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I'm a firm believer that Kid's will be Kid's unless it turns violent.
Things can be replaced but a Life cannot.
 
That makes a great picture.....

I've lived in rural areas most of my life. Years ago, my wife and I were out of town overnight and our 17-year old son was left home alone to watch the house, feed the stock, etc. A little after midnight, he was awakened by our dogs barking outside. When that happens, you can almost bet the ranch that something is going on...fox in the hen house, cougar prowling around the corrals, ad infinitum.

Anyway, he pulls on his Wranglers, grabs his shotgun and flashlight, goes out on the front porch and racks one into the chamber while he's trying to determine what it was that was causing the ruckus.

All of the sudden, he hears someone shout, "He's got a shotgun!" and a bunch of kids scatter like bb's on a hardwood floor, leaving rolls of toilet paper in their wake.

He realized it was a harmless prank gone awry and he went back to bed.

That makes a great picture in my head!!! I'm glad it was funny instead of tragic. While they were scattering maybe he should have pumped the magazine dry into the air.:D:D:D

If I had a ranch I'd have a Lucas McCain Winchester.:cool:
 
That makes a great picture.....

I've lived in rural areas most of my life. Years ago, my wife and I were out of town overnight and our 17-year old son was left home alone to watch the house, feed the stock, etc. A little after midnight, he was awakened by our dogs barking outside. When that happens, you can almost bet the ranch that something is going on...fox in the hen house, cougar prowling around the corrals, ad infinitum.

Anyway, he pulls on his Wranglers, grabs his shotgun and flashlight, goes out on the front porch and racks one into the chamber while he's trying to determine what it was that was causing the ruckus.

All of the sudden, he hears someone shout, "He's got a shotgun!" and a bunch of kids scatter like bb's on a hardwood floor, leaving rolls of toilet paper in their wake.

He realized it was a harmless prank gone awry and he went back to bed.

That makes a great picture in my head!!! I'm glad it was funny instead of tragic. While they were scattering maybe he should have pumped the magazine dry into the air.:D:D:D

If I had a ranch I'd have a Lucas McCain Winchester.:cool:

o/' Da Da Da DaDa Daaaaaa o/'

POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW!!!

(ziiiiiing)
 
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Mine never went ziiiiiing, mine went booooom! I had a rural neighbor about 25 to 30 years ago. He had a big loud party on Labor Day weekend, The live music started at about 4PM Friday and wend non-stop all weekend. On Monday night my kids went to bed at 9PM for school the next day and the music was still going on, loud enough to hear every word and every note inside our house with the windows closed on the fans turned on. My wife wanted me to call the sheriff, but I said you don't waste the sheriff's time on a little matter like this. I waited until there was a break in the songs, and fired 4 rounds of 308 into the ground. Almost without missing a beat, the music started back up but quiet enough that the kids could go to sleep. The party was 2 or 3 farm away, and in their fun they just didn't realize it bothered som of the neighbors. Two days later a neighbor on the other side mentioned he was thinking of calling the sheriff when he heard me "Inform" the party goers of our need for less volume! Ah, yes! The wonderful sound of BOOOOM!

Ivan

PS, now days in the same location, my Boooom might bring a response from the sheriff! Times change.
 
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